housebroken.
They say when you describe your dog you're really describing yourself. So does that mean I'm sweet-natured, freckle-faced and suffer from occasional bladder-control problems? Anna and I finally have a dog. We adopted six-month-old Pippi, a liver-and-white-spotted Dalmatian/pointer mix (we think), from a New Jersey rescue service called Cuddly Creatures. She landed in their foster program through the good graces of a construction worker who saved her from the pound after a carpenter with whom he worked adopted her for his own family, but for some reason decided that they could not keep her. We spent about two hours meeting Pippi, much of it in a soggy yard under a gray December rain, before ...